MAN'S DWELLING-PLACE

HELEN WARD BANKS.

Why do we let our thoughts run to and fro
O'er the low levels of this restless earth?
Giving our smiles to what we miscall mirth,
Dropping sad tears for that we name our woe,
While all the spreading hills above us show
Our Father's many mansions standing wide,
Where joyous thought forever may abide,
Comrade to Truth, and free from mortal foe.
Oh, let us cease to be content to go
Aimless and homeless! Let us live with God!
His child is born of Spirit, not of clod,
And shall the heights of all His mansions know.
We shall not visit them with random flight,
But dwell therein serenely, day and night.